Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.